As the team moved through the quiet Prague alley, Harry Potter—AKA "the guy with more snark than he knows what to do with"—could practically taste the anticipation. The city was as peaceful as a sleeping lion right before it gets poked with a stick. The cobblestones beneath their boots crunched with each step, a sound that was totally out of place in a mission where things were bound to go downhill faster than a broomstick on a rainy day.
"Steve, you sure we're in the right spot?" Harry asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm, because what else would it be? The guy was practically a walking quip machine. "I mean, I know you're Captain America, but this place looks about as secure as a cardboard box at a wet t-shirt contest."
Steve Rogers, with his jaw so tight it could've cracked walnuts, shot Harry a look. "No more jokes, Potter. We need to focus. This is serious."
"Yeah, serious—like Hydra serious, or 'I accidentally killed my uncle and now the entire city's in jeopardy' serious?" Harry shot back with a grin.
Bucky, walking a few paces behind them, rolled his eyes. "You know, I kinda miss the old days when you weren't so… chatty."
"Oh, don't worry, Buck, you'll get your fill of me," Harry said with a wink, his eyes glinting mischievously. "But you know what they say, humor's the best way to handle the impending disaster."
Clint, trailing behind them and eating a protein bar that looked suspiciously like cardboard, chimed in, "I thought the best way to handle it was with snacks, but sure, humor works too." He shoved the last bite in his mouth. "You guys gonna handle the 'saving the world' part, right? Because, you know, I've got priorities."
"Focus, Clint," Steve said with a sigh. "We've got work to do."
"Yeah, yeah, Captain Party Pooper," Clint muttered, but he kept his eyes scanning the shadows like a hawk. They all knew trouble could jump out at any minute.
The safehouse was a nondescript building, looking as uninspiring as a bag of plain chips. It didn't scream "we're about to save the world" so much as it whispered "could use a fresh coat of paint." But Harry knew better than to trust appearances. In the world of espionage and supervillains, the most boring places were often the deadliest.
As they stepped inside, the atmosphere shifted. It was like walking into a room where everyone was trying really hard to look like they weren't hiding a few dozen secrets. You could feel the tension in the air, thick enough to cut with a butter knife. Everyone's eyes immediately darted to the woman standing in the center of the room—Agent Morrigan.
She was exactly what you'd expect from a Shield agent with a no-nonsense attitude: sharp, cool, and definitely not here to make small talk. Her black tactical gear fit her like a second skin, her eyes cold but calculating, and her posture? Straight out of a 'How to Look Like a Badass 101' course.
"Agent Morrigan," Steve greeted her with a curt nod, his professional voice kicking in. "We got your message."
Morrigan didn't waste time. She flicked a switch, and a holographic display lit up, showing a 3D map of Prague. "Erik Einhardt," she said, her voice as sharp as her features, "is holed up in an old military warehouse on the outskirts of town. It's a perfect hideout—isolated, off the radar, and about as fun as a root canal."
Harry folded his arms, leaning against the wall like he was at a party instead of a high-stakes mission. "Ah, yes. The infamous alchemist who thinks he's the next Edison, but with more explosions and less social etiquette. What's his grand plan this time? Another 'world domination' thing? Or does he just want to put Hydra back on top of the energy food chain?"
"Energy project," Morrigan replied, her voice cool and measured. "If it works, Hydra will have a power source capable of changing the balance of everything. That's why we need to stop it."
"Right," Tony Stark—aka Iron Man, aka Mr. Sarcasm Supreme—added from the back of the room, "because who needs an evil genius to figure out how to power the world? Oh, wait. Everyone does. For the record, if it's a doomsday device, I'll call dibs on destroying it. Not that I'm selfish, I'm just efficient."
"Focus, people," Steve said, eyeing everyone. "This isn't a game, and we don't have time for your usual banter."
"Hey, I'm all for focus," Harry interjected, "but what's the fun in that? You can't just throw around 'no time for jokes' like it's going to magically stop us from being awesome. I mean, come on. Who do you think we are?"
"You're not wrong," Bucky muttered, scratching at his stubble. "Still, let's not get ourselves killed, alright?"
Morrigan cleared her throat, cutting through the banter like a hot knife through butter. "There's one more thing you need to know. Magneto's in Prague. And you know what that means."
Harry's grin grew wider, like a kid in a candy store. "Oh, joy. The big metal guy himself. This day just keeps getting better."
"Magneto and his Brotherhood are here to take down Einhardt," Morrigan continued. "And if they get to him before we do, Hydra's project could be destroyed, and the city might end up in pieces."
"Not my idea of a vacation," Tony quipped. "I was hoping to get some rest in between world-saving activities."
"Magneto isn't exactly subtle when it comes to making his point," Natasha added. "And his Brotherhood won't hesitate to make this mission more of a warzone than it already is."
Harry rubbed his hands together dramatically. "Oooh, a warzone. I do love a good chaotic battle. I mean, who doesn't? But hey, no worries, I'll handle the explosions part. You guys can have all the fun with Magneto."
Steve shot Harry a look that could freeze lava. "No time for you to turn this into a circus, Potter."
"Oh, Steve," Harry said, batting his lashes innocently. "I'm just here for the entertainment. We're all in this together, right?"
Clint shot him a deadpan look. "Yeah, yeah. And I'm just here for the snacks."
"Get serious, everyone," Natasha said, her voice cutting through the noise. "We also need to worry about Kraken. Hydra's top enforcer. He's guarding Einhardt. And if you think Magneto's the only threat, think again."
"Kraken? Really?" Harry said, smirking. "So, we've got a sea monster wannabe in the mix? This keeps getting better. Next thing you know, we'll be fighting off a T-Rex."
"Focus, people," Steve cut in, his voice sharp. "We move fast, secure the project, and get out before Magneto makes things... messier."
"Messier, huh? Can't wait," Tony grinned. "Let's blow something up on our way out. For dramatic effect."
"Right, because that's always the solution," Bucky added sarcastically.
With that, they headed out, Morrigan's intel guiding them every step of the way. Harry's mind was already racing with possibilities—because when you were Harry Potter, 'mission impossible' was just a tagline. And this mission? Oh, it was gonna be a showstopper.
—
The team huddled around the holographic map that Morrigan had pulled up, a 3D display of the military warehouse where Erik Einhardt was holed up like a rat in a bunker. The place was a military complex on the outskirts of Prague, and, let's be honest, it looked like the kind of place you find in action movies right before everything goes horribly, explosively wrong.
Steve, with his trademark furrowed brow and Captain America vibe, was already squinting at the map, studying the layout. "So, isolated location," he said, voice steady like he was reading a shopping list. "No civilian areas nearby. That's a good thing, right?"
"Good for us," Morrigan agreed, crossing her arms. "Not so good if things go south. This place is like a fortress—walls that could stop a tank, limited access points, and only two ways in: the front and the side. Both are equally dangerous."
"Of course," Tony muttered from behind his ever-present holographic screens. "Because when you're going full-on villain lair, you always make the side entrance the cool one. Front doors? Pfft, that's for amateurs."
"Yup," Bucky agreed, tracing a finger over the map. "And that loading dock area? Tight as hell. Not much room to move around in there."
"I love tight," Harry said with a grin, kicking his feet up casually. "As long as I can turn things into fireworks. I'm in. Seriously, though, this place screams 'secret lair.' It's like they're begging for us to break in."
"Yeah, and break out if things go wrong," Natasha said, narrowing her eyes. "I'll handle the intel. We need to know where everyone is, when, and how many."
"Aw, don't worry about me," Harry said, flashing a grin. "I'm a pro at getting people's attention. And by the way, you're the one who looks like you could snap someone's neck just by looking at them. Not that I'd mind."
"I'd suggest you try it, but I might not be able to resist snapping yours instead," Natasha said, deadpan.
"I'd like to see you try," Harry said, putting his hands on his hips like he was the hero in a buddy cop movie. "But seriously, distraction is my middle name. Or would be if I didn't love my actual name so much."
Peggy, never one to waste time on banter, cut in. "We'll take the loading dock. It's the best option. We'll sneak in, use the cover of night to our advantage, and if things go sideways, we can fight our way through."
Clint, who was leaning casually against a table, spoke up. "Yeah, great. And I'm sure nothing will go wrong. Right? Last time we snuck in, it was 'oh, let's just casually break into a grain silo.' No biggie."
"I'd love to hear your complaints after we save the day, Clint," Tony shot back. "Remember, I'm the one who always saves you."
"Ugh, please," Clint replied. "Who needs saving? I was doing just fine before you showed up with your shiny suit and gadgets."
"Guys, focus," Steve said, using his Captain America authority to shut them both down. "We'll go in through the loading dock. I'll lead, Peggy's with me, Bucky and Clint cover our backs. Natasha, you're on intel—keep an eye on the guards. We can't get caught."
"Leave it to me, Cap," Natasha said, not looking up from her tablet.
"Gotcha," Bucky added, cracking his knuckles. "We've got your six."
"I'm really starting to enjoy this whole 'teamwork' thing," Harry said, tapping Steve on the shoulder. "Who would've thought? Me, playing nice with others."
"You don't have to play nice," Steve shot back. "But maybe, for once, don't set off fireworks as soon as we get inside."
"Aw, come on, Cap," Harry said with a wink. "Fireworks are my specialty. Precision fireworks." He grinned again, and it was clear he wasn't joking. "But fine, no blowing up the building...yet."
"Fireworks first, questions later," Tony added. "We've all seen how this goes. You can't tell Harry 'no' without some kind of catastrophic explosion happening in the background."
"True," Rhodey said with a smirk. "But hey, at least it's entertaining."
"I don't think I'd use the word 'entertaining' for 'explosions' when we're trying to be stealthy," Peggy said with a raised brow.
"Yeah, but you have to admit, it would be kind of funny watching Harry run around like a firecracker on a mission." Tony grinned. "I mean, who else would make it look that stylish?"
"Let's not forget, though," Morrigan interjected, her voice cutting through the chatter. "The facility's rigged with security cameras, guards, and god knows what kind of traps. We can't go in like it's a walk in the park. Timing is everything."
"You know," Harry said, smirking at the rest of the team, "sometimes I feel like we're always the ones getting trapped. Maybe we should stop being the traps and start...setting them."
Sirius, arms folded, looked up with a grin. "I've always wanted to see Hydra's plans get blown up in their faces."
"We're not blowing anything up yet," Steve said, doing his best to channel his inner 'Captain America' calm. "Precision, remember? We're in, we hit our targets, and we get out."
"I'm ready for some noise," Alexei said, cracking his knuckles like he was getting ready for a wrestling match. "A good fight is always better when it's loud."
"See?" Bucky said with a dry smile. "Some people get it."
"I love a good loud fight," Sirius added, winking at Harry. "But, you know, controlled chaos. Like a fine art."
"Just wait for the fine art of the escape," Clint said. "That's where I come in."
"I'm sure we'll all need a little help on the exit," Rhodey said. "I've got the War Machine suit ready to go if we need a little extra firepower."
"Extra firepower is always a good idea," Tony said. "Just don't forget who's the original firepower here."
"I'm here for the 'get in and get out' part," Harry said. "You know, the part where I actually get to do the cool stuff? Like distracting bad guys with my devilishly good looks?"
"Yeah, I'm sure that'll work," Natasha said, rolling her eyes. "As long as you don't blow anything up, we should be good."
"Don't make me regret not blowing something up," Harry said with a grin. "But alright, alright—no explosions, yet."
"Right," Steve said, his voice hardening, turning into full Captain mode. "Now, let's get this over with. We've got a target to hit and Hydra to destroy. Move out, people."
"Finally," Harry said with a wink. "Let's make this mission a blast—figuratively speaking, of course."
—
James and Sirius were at it again. This time, they were playing Santa, but instead of toys and candy canes, they were handing out gadgets that looked like they were straight out of a mad scientist's fever dream. If that scientist had a thing for causing chaos.
James grinned like he'd just stolen the last cookie from the jar. "Alright, listen up, team," he said, his voice dripping with mischief. "I've got something special for everyone." He gave a dramatic pause. "Special, of course, meaning mildly dangerous."
Sirius, lounging against the wall like the embodiment of bad decisions, shot a look at James. "Let's be honest, Prongs. You've never met a gadget that didn't explode at least once. This is more of a 'fingers crossed it doesn't set the building on fire' kind of situation."
James raised an eyebrow. "You're no help, Pads."
"Not helping is my specialty," Sirius replied, a smirk tugging at his lips. "But yeah, let's see how much fun we can have before the mission gets boring."
Clint, who had been lurking in the corner with his usual deadpan expression, muttered, "Great. I've got a front row seat to whatever disaster you're about to cause."
"Oh, don't worry, Clint," James said, slapping him on the back. "You'll be fine. Now, who's first?"
Natasha, arms crossed, gave them both a skeptical look. "What do you have for me, Prongs?"
James tossed her a sleek, black device that looked like a regular grappling hook—until you realized it had more buttons than a spaceship. "This," James said, "is a grappling hook with a little extra. Press the button, and it turns into a decoy—good for when you need to bail fast or make a quick getaway. Or just confuse the hell out of people."
Natasha raised an eyebrow, clearly questioning their sanity. "Decoy? Really?"
"Trust me," James said, winking. "It's perfect for when you need to leave people scratching their heads. Just don't get caught with it."
"Ah yes," Natasha muttered, "because I definitely need more things that might blow up on me."
"Exactly," Sirius chimed in. "The Marauders always had a flair for that kind of chaos."
Next, James turned to Harry, who had been eyeing the gadgets with something between amusement and mild concern. James handed him a floating disc, which hovered right in front of Harry's face, waiting for its cue. "For you, kid," James said, grinning. "A little something to make a big impression."
Harry caught it with one hand, inspecting it like it was a new toy. "What's this?"
"That," James said, "is a mini distraction bomb. Think of it like a portable air raid siren. It goes off for a few seconds and makes everyone forget whatever they were doing. Great for when you need to cause a little chaos without burning down the place."
Harry raised his eyebrows, clearly impressed. "You've been holding out on me, Dad. This is brilliant."
"Proud of you, kid," James said, puffing out his chest like Harry had just made him proud. "Just, you know—don't use it on me. We're in a confined space here."
"Oh, you'll be the last to know," Harry said with a grin, slipping the bomb into his jacket like it was a trophy. "But I will make sure it's worth the trouble."
Sirius tossed a sleek, silver knife to Bucky, who caught it with a practiced ease that made it look like he'd been catching weapons for a living. "Here, metal man," Sirius said, "these knives are special. You throw them, they stick to anything. Well, anything you want to stick to."
Bucky twirled the knife in his hand like he was deciding how best to use it on someone's face. "I've got a feeling I'm gonna like these."
"Don't go starting a knife-throwing competition, Bucky," James said, raising a warning finger. "We're not bringing anyone to the ER this time."
"I'll try," Bucky said, smirking. "But no promises."
Turning to Peggy, James pulled out a sleek, silver watch and handed it to her like it was the Holy Grail. "This," he said, "is a time-slowing device. It'll only work for five minutes at a time, but if you need to get in and out in a hurry, this little gadget is your best friend."
Peggy, raising an eyebrow, slipped the watch onto her wrist like she had every intention of using it right away. "I don't usually need help escaping, but I'll take it."
James gave her a wink. "You're welcome."
Clint, who had been waiting patiently for his turn, finally got a look at the silenced pistols Sirius handed him. "Nice," Clint said, examining the pistols with a critical eye. "You just assume I'm going to need these?"
Sirius grinned, clearly loving the vibe of the whole operation. "I'm not saying you'll need them," he said, "but if you do, you'll want them."
Clint holstered the guns, clearly liking the look of them. "Good to know."
"Just don't go getting too fancy," Sirius warned. "Last time we let you be the showoff, we had to pay for new curtains."
Clint shot him a grin. "Can't help it. It's a gift."
Rhodey, who had been watching the whole thing like it was an episode of The Prank Show, stepped forward. "Alright, alright, where's mine? I'm ready for whatever you've got."
James pulled out a compact grenade, holding it up like it was the most casual thing in the world. "This is a knock-out gas grenade. Toss it, and it'll put anyone in the area out for fifteen minutes. Perfect for stealthy entrances or just when you want some peace and quiet." He gave Rhodey a grin. "I'm sure you'll find it useful."
Rhodey raised an eyebrow and accepted it, slipping it into his belt. "I've been known to need some peace and quiet. This is perfect."
"Now we're talking," Sirius said, slapping Rhodey on the back. "You're getting into the spirit now."
Just as things were starting to wind down, Steve Rogers—Captain America, for those living under a rock—clapped his hands together. "Alright, team, listen up," Steve said, his voice carrying that steady, reliable authority that made you want to follow him into battle. "We've got a job to do. Let's hit that Hydra base, grab Einhardt, and get out of there with minimal chaos. We stick to the plan."
Harry threw his hands up, grinning like a Cheshire cat. "You say 'minimal chaos,' Steve, but you and I both know how that goes. Chaos is basically my middle name."
"Yeah, and I would like to keep the building standing," Steve said, giving Harry a look that could melt steel. "You keep your flair in check, alright?"
"Sure, Cap," Harry said, cracking his knuckles like he was about to start a fight. "But don't blame me if things go boom."
James slapped his son on the shoulder with all the pride of a father whose son had just become chaos. "You've got this, kid."
With that, the team filed out, ready to make some noise. As they walked off into the night, everyone knew that with a little Marauder-style madness in their pockets, they weren't just ready to win—they were ready to make Hydra wish they'd never crossed paths with them.
—
The portal flickered to life, a burst of energy filling the air like the sound of a hundred bees all trying to sting you at once. It was something Harry was used to by now—probably because he was the one making the bees sting. With a flick of his wrist, he gestured like a conductor guiding a symphony of chaos. "Alright, team," he said, his voice smooth like a well-oiled machine, "you've got your gear, you've got your team, now let's just hope you can use it without setting the place on fire."
Steve, the eternal buzzkill, shot him a look as he tightened his grip on his shield. "We're breaking into a Hydra base, Harry," he said, trying not to roll his eyes. "Can we maybe keep the chaos level under 'end-of-the-world' for once?"
Harry shot Steve a grin so confident it should come with a warning label. "Steve, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were worried. Don't worry, Cap. I've got a good feeling about this. Nothing says 'minimal chaos' like punching Nazis in the face."
"I'm really going to regret this," Steve muttered under his breath.
"Yup, but not yet," Harry said, snapping his fingers with that very familiar pop of magic. The air around them shivered, and within seconds, the team was scattered to their positions. It was like playing chess, if every piece was a loaded gun and had a slightly unhealthy obsession with explosives.
First up was Natasha, who found herself perched on top of a rooftop, crouching down so low she practically blended into the shadows. The wind whipped her hair across her face, but it didn't stop her from clicking her earpiece into place and muttering, "Okay, I'm in. What now?"
Harry's voice came through like the voice of a caffeinated ghost. "Don't go blowing up any buildings yet, Romanoff. Keep your eyes peeled. Don't make me come up there and do it for you."
Natasha snorted, adjusting the silencer on her pistol with one hand while simultaneously scanning the base below. "Just try to keep your chaos in check. I've got this."
"Sure, sure," Harry said, clearly enjoying himself. "Just try not to get yourself caught in a hug again, alright? Hydra has a thing for tying up people in elaborate traps. I don't think they're your type."
"I'll take that under consideration, Potter," Natasha said dryly, just before disappearing into the shadows like the professional she was.
Next, Harry gave a little twist of his wrist, and Sirius appeared like a sneaky apparition in the darkness, his voice low but unmistakably amused. "Right where I belong, mate," he said. "Let's see if Hydra enjoys some Marauder-style mischief."
Harry, clearly not surprised, smirked. "Just don't start anything you can't finish, Pads. We don't need you setting the building on fire again."
Sirius chuckled darkly. "No promises, Harry. But if I do, you'll be the first to know. Right before it burns down."
Meanwhile, Clint and Bucky found themselves perfectly dropped into an alleyway, shadowed by the towering buildings around them. Clint adjusted his bowstring and gave a little smirk. "I feel like I'm back in my element," he said, scanning the streets for movement.
Bucky cracked his knuckles, his metal arm gleaming in the dim light. "Don't start a fight you can't finish, Barton. We've got work to do."
"Yeah, yeah," Clint muttered, rolling his eyes but obviously enjoying the banter. "I'm just here to poke things. With arrows. In places they'll regret later."
Harry's voice, full of playful menace, chimed in. "Remember, Clint—no stabbing unless absolutely necessary. And by necessary, I mean 'if it helps you get a good shot.' I trust you, mostly."
Bucky let out a small laugh, cracking his neck. "As long as it's not a whole Hydra army, I'll keep it under control."
"Famous last words," Harry muttered before redirecting his magic again. This time, Peggy found herself in an office overlooking the base entrance. She had that serious, calculating look on her face as she tapped at the computer in front of her, already getting to work.
"I'm in," Peggy said, cool and collected as ever. "I'll get the intel. The rest of you just don't turn the place into rubble before I can do my thing."
Harry laughed, the sound bright and wicked. "Peg, when have I ever turned anything into rubble? Oh, wait, don't answer that. I'm already regretting it."
"Do I need to remind you of your tendency to make 'unexpected exits'?" Peggy shot back. "You have a real talent for blowing things up at the worst possible moments."
"Hey, no regrets," Harry said, voice light. "Just consider it my gift to you."
"And I'll consider not throttling you a gift to everyone involved," she replied, typing faster.
As the magic stretched again, Rhodey landed softly in an elevated vent shaft, adjusting his armor and getting to work with the calm precision only a War Machine could have. "How do you do that without breaking a sweat?" he asked, staring at the vent with narrowed eyes. "You've got some serious skills, kid."
"Of course I do," Harry said, his voice filled with far too much self-satisfaction. "I mean, I didn't get the nickname 'Harry Potter' for being bad at my job. You got the grenades?"
"Got 'em," Rhodey said, his voice suddenly serious. "Make sure you've got our six. We'll be relying on you."
"Don't worry, War Machine," Harry said, smirking. "I've got this. We'll bring down Hydra—with flair."
And then there was Alexei, who, as usual, was anything but subtle. He dropped like a truck through the air, landing with a thud so hard the ground actually seemed to shudder beneath him. He cracked his neck with a loud pop, his Russian accent thick as ever. "You know, Harry," he said, glancing around at the surroundings, "I do not like being dropped like this. But I will enjoy what happens next."
"I'm glad to hear that," Harry said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Just don't start smashing things until after we've gotten the intel. We need to leave something standing, just in case."
"Fine, fine," Alexei grumbled, though there was an unmistakable gleam in his eyes. "But only because you ask so nicely."
Finally, Harry's voice crackled through their comms once more, this time booming with authority. "Alright, team. Positions are set. No heroics. No speeches. Get in, get the intel, and get out. This isn't about 'winning' today—this is about survival."
"Got it," Steve said, his tone steady.
"We're ready," Bucky replied, voice gruff but ready.
"I'm always ready," Clint muttered, adjusting his bow with his usual casual cockiness.
"Keep it smooth," Peggy reminded them, her fingers flying across the keyboard.
"Yeah, we're good to go," Rhodey added.
"You're all gonna make this look easy," Harry said, his voice dripping with mischief. "And remember—minimal chaos... unless it's really necessary."
And then, with a wink and a snap, he pulled the trigger on the whole thing, and the team was off. In perfect harmony—well, chaotic harmony—every single one of them was poised to take down Hydra, and they weren't doing it with quiet finesse. No, this was going to be the loudest, most absurd, and most fun heist anyone had ever seen. Minimal chaos? Please. With Harry Potter at the helm? Not a chance.
But it would be spectacular.
—
The Hydra base loomed like a giant, gray thumbprint on the landscape, an industrial hulk of concrete and steel. And there, standing in front of it, was a ragtag group of Avengers and magic-wielders who were about to make their grand entrance. If the base had any idea what was coming, it probably would've tucked its tail and run. But then again, Hydra wasn't known for being the sharpest tool in the shed.
Harry, naturally, was at the center of it all. He had that grin on his face—an expression that screamed "I'm about to break something expensive, and I'm not sorry." His eyes gleamed with that chaotic energy he was known for, like a kid in a candy store who just realized he's also holding a flamethrower.
"Alright, team," Harry said, bouncing on his heels like a kid before a field trip. "Let's make Hydra wish they'd stayed on the moon."
Tony's voice crackled through the comms. "Well, Harry, it's not the moon. But I'm pretty sure they'd prefer that to whatever mess you're about to make."
"Tony," Harry drawled, "if I wanted your opinion, I'd ask for it. But you're right—this will be a mess. Just not the one you're hoping for."
"I'm always hoping for a mess," Tony shot back. "But hey, try not to break the space-time continuum again. My dad still has questions."
Harry rolled his eyes. "Tell your dad I'm due for a drink. After this mission, I'll need it."
A deep voice chimed in, smooth and amused. "So we're breaking into a Hydra base, causing minimal chaos, right? Or was that Steve's pipe dream?" Sirius's grin was practically audible, even through the comms.
"That's Cap's problem," Harry said, the sarcasm dripping from his tone. "We're going in, grabbing what we need, and leaving just enough destruction to make a statement. Minimal chaos, my foot. Cap's about as good with plans as a puppy with a bone."
"I heard that, Potter," Steve said, sounding very much like a father figure trying to maintain his composure. "Keep it contained. We don't need another disaster on our hands."
"I can't promise that," Harry said with a wicked grin. "But I'll try to keep it within the realms of 'acceptable destruction.'"
From the shadows, Clint's voice came in. "Remember the objective, folks. In, out, and no major explosions. Leave the fun for later."
"Well, that's boring," Harry muttered. "Where's the fun in that? Fine, fine, we'll stick to the plan… mostly."
"Great, because that's what I wanted to hear." Steve's voice came through, dry as ever.
"I heard that sigh, Cap," Harry said with a laugh. "Keep it up and I might just let you handle all the paperwork when this is over."
Clint, ever the realist, spoke up again, his voice steady. "Get in, get the intel, and get out. That's the plan."
"Right," Peggy added, her tone cool and calm as always. "And let's not make it more difficult than it needs to be."
"Oh, no promises there, Peggy," Harry said. "I'm pretty sure I'm incapable of making things not complicated."
The team was in place, and with everyone set, Harry's voice rang out once again. "Alright, let's get this show on the road, shall we?"
First to move was Natasha, slipping into position with all the grace of a shadow. "This feels more like a 'me' mission than a 'you' mission," she said, checking her gun one last time. "A few dozen goons, a couple of air vents... I could do this blindfolded."
"Just keep it subtle, Romanoff," Harry teased. "No solo heroics today. We all know how those end."
"Solo heroics are my thing," she shot back, a smile in her voice. "But fine, I'll leave the big messes to you."
"Remember," Harry added, "if anyone catches you again, I'm not coming to bail you out."
"I work alone," Natasha said with a smile that was pure mischief. "This is just a warm-up."
"Just don't get caught this time," Harry muttered under his breath.
From somewhere behind, Sirius's voice cut in. "I'm in the shadows, mate. You didn't forget about me, did you?"
"Of course not," Harry said with a grin. "Just make sure you don't get caught again. You have a way of making headlines. 'Sirius Black: Criminal of the Century' isn't exactly a good look."
"Hey, if the world's going to notice me, I might as well make it entertaining," Sirius replied, his voice full of cheek.
"You're a menace," Harry said with a laugh. "But you're my menace."
Next, Bucky and Clint were huddled in a dark alley, a perfect spot for their brand of subtlety. Clint checked his quiver. "Alright, we're here, but I'm getting the feeling things are about to get interesting."
"I like interesting," Bucky said with a grin, cracking his knuckles like he was preparing for a fight. "And when it gets interesting, I'm the first to step in."
"Just remember what Harry said," Clint reminded him. "No fights unless absolutely necessary."
"No promises," Bucky replied with that signature smirk. "I'm not the 'leave it to others' guy."
"I'll make sure you don't start any international incidents," Clint said dryly.
"I think you're the one who does that," Bucky said with a wink.
Rhodey's voice popped in, his usual cool, professional tone cutting through the comms. "I'm up in the vents. Not the first time, but I'll tell you this—next time I vote for the elevator."
"Don't get comfy, War Machine," Harry said, his voice amused. "We need you on the move. Ready with those knockout grenades? Don't leave us hanging."
"Always ready, kid," Rhodey replied. "Just make sure you've got my back up there."
"Of course," Harry said, a bit too casually. "Just don't go dropping through the ceiling again. I like my walls intact."
The sound of Alexei landing with a thud interrupted the banter. "I'm here," he grunted, cracking his neck as if it were a routine. "Nothing like a good drop. Feels right."
"Just don't level the whole building, okay?" Harry said, an exaggerated groan in his voice. "We need this place for the getaway."
"Fine, fine," Alexei said with a shrug. "But when I get bored, I might break a few things."
"Good boy," Harry said, practically purring with mock affection. "Now let's show Hydra how it's done."
"Team," Harry said, his voice growing more serious. "No one gets left behind. No lone wolves. And no big explosions without my say-so. Got it?"
A chorus of voices came in.
"Got it," Steve confirmed.
"We're in," Clint added, his voice steady.
"Let's make this quick," Bucky said.
"I'm ready to go," Peggy affirmed, her fingers flying over the keyboard as she worked her magic.
"Let's do this," Natasha muttered under her breath.
"I'm all set," Rhodey replied.
"Let's make it interesting," Alexei chuckled.
Harry's grin was almost palpable through the comms. "Good. Let's make Hydra wish they'd stayed on the moon."
And with that, the mission began. Each of them moved with a practiced, coordinated precision, their banter serving as the perfect background noise to the chaos they were about to bring down on Hydra.
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